A heavy cloak and mittens, for when it got cold at sea. She’d memorized the list of things she needed to take because she didn’t dare set them forth on paper, lest she be discovered. She’d already marked the gowns she’d be taking-good, serviceable ones that wouldn’t set her apart as too wealthy. On the night when Theresa Worth left London-and England-for good, she packed in the dark. This time, though… This time, she didn’t know if she’d ever return. The last time she’d thought of running away, she’d had a bit of food and nothing like a plan. It was easy enough-she ruined her dresses often enough that they would never wonder why one had disappeared. To figure out how to remove money from the trust that had been set up for her without her sister’s knowledge, to creep down to the shops and sell some of the sparkling gowns that they’d made for her. It had taken her week after careful week to research passage on ships. If she’d acted as quickly as she wanted, she would have been suspected. T heresa had not dared to proceed too swiftly.
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